My iceberg smiled

Chapter 532 Warm taste

Zhuo Qiu didn't know which sentence he said just hit the other party's point of laughter, so that such a person who always put on a bad face suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't help it.

"Hello..." Zhuo Qiu called out.

"Sorry... cough cough..." Anan coughed twice, but still suppressed a smile.

He really couldn't bear it now.

Anan's life has never been very smooth. When he was living peacefully in the orphanage, but also because he was the oldest, he had to worry about many trivial matters with the dean. That was probably the happiest time.

After the accident six years ago, he never laughed like this again.

I am used to packaging myself with indifference, and sometimes I even feel that the laughter of others is a kind of mockery of his life, so I express my disdain.

Because he had never laughed like that before, he didn't know that his laughter had degenerated to such a point in the past six years.

Zhuo Qiu wanted to laugh when he moved the pot of chicken soup, and he wanted to laugh when he said that working overtime was stupid.What's wrong?
Anan didn't know why this happened.

All he knew was that the other party's actions made his originally serious and stagnant mood a little bit better tonight.

He wasn't very hungry at first, but now he smelled the fragrance that filled the office, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The food actually has a little temptation for him, it's not easy.

After adjusting his expression, he turned around and had his usual grim face again.

Zhuo Qiu gave a "tsk" and said, "I think you still look good when you laugh like a fool."

"Get lost! Which of your eyes saw me smile, I was just now..."

"What is it? Shaking lice? Or epilepsy?"

"Zhuo Qiu, your uncle."

"Come, come, don't be 'your uncle and your second grandfather' all day long, his uncle and his second grandfather are both his grandfathers, first drink a bowl of soup to warm up and try my handicrafts."

Zhuo Qiu was filling Anan with chicken soup, Anan said in a daze, "You made it?"

"Otherwise? The chicken dives into the pot by itself, presses the switch, closes the lid, and suffocates itself into a pot of soup?"

Anan: "..."

There is nothing to say, I took a sip of the soup, and then...

Then when Anan reacted, the bowl had already bottomed out.

The taste in the mouth begins to ferment slowly, spreading rapidly on the tip of the tongue and taste buds.Anan licked his lips eagerly.

"How is it? Is the taste okay?"

Anan's eyes brightened a little, with a trace of steam, and he didn't know if it was the heat from the office or the chicken soup.

Nodding, and complimenting without hesitation: "It's very delicious."

Zhuo Qiu smiled, tacitly took away the bowl from the opponent's hand, and filled another bowl for Anan.

Sheng Qian gave him a mutton skewer by the way: "I grilled it, it's a little burnt, I don't know if you like it, don't worry, no chili is added, you can try it."

With the experience of drinking chicken soup, when Anan ate skewers again, he felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

When his teeth chewed on the meat, his mind began to empty.

Thoughts drifted far away.

How long... How long has he not eaten something made by others?When I was in the orphanage, the dean would occasionally cook a few times, but most of the time it was the kitchen aunt.

He has already forgotten this kind of warm and trembling taste like belonging to "home", or he has never had it at all.

He finished a skewer, but he still hadn't come back to his senses, and he didn't even know when the tip of his nose started to feel sore.

In a trance, he wanted to speak again, but was stopped abruptly.

"Little friend, no matter how delicious my meat skewers are, I wouldn't even eat them with iron skewers, so I'm not afraid of breaking my teeth? Huh?"

(End of this chapter)